We must learn to live together as brothers, or perish together as fools.
Whether a country Builds Walls or Disallows More Immigration, it doesn’t Change The Fact that we Share This Planet Together. We are Neighbours even if there is a Ocean Separating Us. In My Completely Uneducated but Heartfelt Opinion, to be Nationalistic and Alienating other races as Less than Worthy or Putting Our Needs above the needs of other countries may Seem Good in the Beginning. But we all Need Each Other. It never works to Be Selfish. Putting our Needs First and Not Considering the Needs and Comfort of Others Never Works. One day we will have A Need. Invariably It Happens. We will need someone to Consider what we need. Put Our Needs in their hearts and minds. We can expect from others, how we have treated them. We can expect Tariffs. Fines. Denial of Support.
Our Forefathers of Democracy Had it Right. They wanted a Country where Differences are Tolerated. Compassion and Benefit of the Doubt were Bestowed Liberally.
Some Would Say that makes Us Patsies. Easily to Be Taken Advantage of. But if you Believe in Light Dispelling Darkness. And Good Trumps (Did I Use That Word?) Evil. Then we Must Have Courage to Live it. Make it An Action.
Hold Onto The Greater Good Mentality. Tolerate. Support. Show Grace. After all, this Country was Built on Christian Beliefs. We Believe that there is One Judge. And One Must be Accountable For Himself. Live the Truth. Let Others Live Their Truth. And Trust Your Creator to Do What’s Needed To Sort Out the Rest.
We all have Pivotal Points in Our Lives. A Big One happened For Me about Fifteen Years Ago. Prior to, I was Living Fairly Status Quo. Checking Off Lists. Doing the Right Things.
I Felt Dead Inside.
Nothing Reverberated. All of It was for Somebody Else. Their Idea of a Life Well Lived.
I No Longer could Tolerate the Feeling of Living Outside My Own Sphere of Individuality. So Bit by Bit. Painful Layer by Painful Layer I started to Shed My Old Ways.
I Started to Think for Myself. I Listened to My Heart. I Poured Over the Scriptures. I Spent Time on My Knees.
I Began to Live a Life that Made Sense to Me. I Changed My Actions to Fit with My Heart. I Realized No was an Important Word. I realized Just Because a Different Brain Than Mine Thought it, Did Not, by any means, Make It Right.
I Realized I was Ready to Be Wrong, but I Needed to Sort Things Out for Me. I was Willing to Fail, if it Meant to Learn. To Be Real. To Live My Truth, However Bloody and Scratched It Made Me.
That God would Honour My True Intention. Not to Wander From Him, but to Draw Nearer Through My Journey of Discovery.
Today, By No Means, Do I Have It Figured Out. But I can say, My Life is Something that Makes Sense to Me. Everything I Do Comes from my Own Convictions. My Own Aspirations. My Own Desires and Intentions.
Pivotal Points are Wonderful, albeit Scary When They Happen.
There is something so soothing about the weight of my precious Labrador Charlie pressed against my body in bed in the morning. The morning sun lightening the dark navy sky to a soft yellow. Newly fallen snow covering the branches of my backyard foliage, creating a winter fairyland. My bed is so warm and comforting.
I gently push Charlie off me and plant my feet in my cozy slippers. My robe is thrown on haphazardly as I do my morning shuffle to the coffee maker. The incandescent light of my kitchen softly welcoming my sleepy body to a new dawn.
There’s a tickle in my tummy. Life is exciting these days. For no reason in particular. It’s really just winter. It’s really just Calgary, Alberta. It’s really just my little home in the middle of the city. It’s also Wednesday, after all.
But in my chest is a beating heart. The sun has come peeking in my window again. The possibilities are endless! The experiences so beautiful awaiting me today…! A smile from a child. Laughter with a coworker. Something yummy in my tummy. Beautiful snowfall. A day in peaceful Canada. With peace in my heart.
My taxi driver wore a large print houndstooth dinner jacket today. With a scarlet thread. His pants were pressed to such a degree a military man of high station would be in admiration. He used to work at a upscale tailor in Dubai before immigrating to Canada.
Now he drives me to work somedays. Always dressed in his finery. With a smile. His cheery contagious spirit.
He celebrates the ordinary days. Every day is worthy of his best.
Jimmy texts me from Tokyo. He’s one of the finest lawyers to grace the office of Blake, Cassels & Graydon LLP. He wrote, “I was complimented on my shoes and suit today and I thought about what you told me. You said ‘Life is too short to spend it not dressed well.’ ”
Life is too short for an ugly outfit folks. Ask the taxi driver. Ask Jimmy. Ask me.